Why it never ends

Chapter 262 Overlap
Hesta quietly listened to all of Sophie's excuses for Sean, and then nodded calmly, "I will sort out what you said later and reflect it on the above, maybe in terms of punishment for Sean, it can indeed be re-examined. Consider."

Sophie's eyes suddenly brightened, "Really?"

"Of course." Hesta replied earnestly, and she stopped recording—it seems that during this time, Sean not only secretly ruined the reputation of a middle-aged man, but also used a considerable part of the information that was forbidden to be disclosed to the public as talking points Give it to Sophie.

Even if what Sean talked about does not involve the essence of his work, this behavior may still directly affect the future work deployment of AHgAs. Compared with the Bergman incident, the consequences of the two are completely different.

"It's almost time for me to go back," Hesta stood up, "You guys should go to bed early too—"

"Wait a minute." Alvira smiled and pressed Hesta's arm, "It's almost four o'clock, even if you want to go back to sleep, eat something first."

The servants came into the room with some snacks and milk. Just as Hesta was about to refuse, she suddenly felt that the things in their hands looked familiar.

"...Is that Kanale?"

"Yes, do you like it?"

Hesta's throat moved and she sat down again.

The servants of the manor pushed a small square table in front of Hesta. She took the cup from Alvira and stared intently at the dessert on the plate.

Alvira and Sophie were talking, but Hesta didn't listen anymore. She twisted a Canale and threw it into her mouth. The familiar sweet scent was still in her mouth. The rainy day that Ye brought into the white ship suddenly flashed back, and Hesta recalled many past events for no reason-that song, Mrs. Daria, fruit tarts of various flavors, hot cocoa without bitter taste, and the glass wall with mottled light and shadow... …

And the mother carrying the violin case, and the little girl held by her.

"Mercury needle...is it possible to live a normal life?"

"How normal is it?"

"Just like the people who live here."

The time interval of nearly ten years was suddenly broken down at this moment, and countless images flashed back quickly from her mind...

"We are like the few sharp knives in this world, Jane. The fate of the sharp knives is to be tempered, polished, and go into battle...and so on, until they break."

Hester came back to his senses.

The voices of Alvira and Sophie became clear again, and Hesta suddenly found that the scene in his memory seemed to be overlapping with the picture in front of him in a wonderful way—when Sophie talked with Alvira, their Laughter, their concern for each other, the warmth in their eyes when they talked about the little things in life...

An unprecedented pain shrouded like a veil.

In the light yellow soft light of the wall lamp, Hesta turned his face away and looked away.

……

"I plan to recommend this "Blade of Bitterness" to Helen and the others." Sophie picked up a book from the table and showed Hesta and Alvira its cover, "although they may not like it very much. It’s a different kind of subject matter—but the heroine in this story is very bright and brave, and I really like it.”

Alvira thought for a while, "Is it the story about revenge?"

"Well, my sister died strangely. The heroine used her identical appearance to her sister to track down the truth, and finally assisted the police in catching the murderer." Sophie's eyes filled with sympathy, "It's a pity that the heroine can't get out of the shadow of revenge. , and finally in a snow mountain—”

"Wait a minute," Hesta, who had been listening, faintly felt something was wrong, "If the hero's revenge succeeds, where does her shadow come from?"

"This is where this story is so acclaimed and controversial," Sophie replied, "In the process of hunting down the murderer, the originally innocent heroine also committed an unforgivable crime, so she deeply regrets it." She deeply hates this world, and she also deeply hates herself who has been infected, and her sister is her only relative, after losing the goal of 'revenge', she has no other nostalgia for this world—"

"I don't quite understand," Hesta said, "Why did the author write like this? Has she had a similar experience?"

"Oh, it's not 'she', it's 'he'. The author is a man, but he has a very delicate grasp of female psychology. The previous works have portrayed very good female images. As for the change of the protagonist's state of mind , I'll look for it later..."

As Sophie answered, she lowered her head and flicked through the book, and quickly found the corresponding paragraph.

"Ah, he mentioned his source of inspiration in the epilogue, and the whole story stems from a hunt when he was a child. He told his father that he wanted to touch the ears of a young deer, and his father brought him back one at night. The deer head that has been bled—'My shock and remorse as a child, and my initial perception of the cruelty of the world, became the emotional source of this novel'."

Hesta raised his head and stretched his neck, "...This is completely different."

Sophie tilted her head slightly, "I think there are still some things in common? Like inside the mercury needle, many mercury needles that have encountered primary chelation will always have some PTSD symptoms after the first battle—"

"How do you even know about 'primary chelates'?" Hesta looked at her incredulously, "Who told you this? Sean too?"

"No, Sean only told me that this part of the mercury needle is prone to post-war PTSD. I learned this concept from the locals when I went to the wasteland last time," Sophie looked into Hesta's eyes, "but None of this matters, we all know that chelates are extremely harmful and irreversible once they develop, but even so, for first-time mercury needles, they will still have a general effect on their own killing behavior disgust.

"That's what I'm talking about in common—when a person commits common evils, even though she knows they're done for a just purpose, they still leave a lasting impression on her. obliterated traces, which in turn tortured her conscience."

Hesta put the Erlang legs she had been holding down again, and she confirmed the concept of "primary chelation" and "secondary chelation" to Sophie again to make sure that she really understood this the difference between the two.

"Okay." Hesta breathed a sigh of relief, she suddenly laughed and shook her head, "Do you know, Ms. Sophie, the argument you mentioned just refute your argument."

Sophie was taken aback, "Why?"

"Due to confidentiality regulations, I cannot and do not intend to discuss this topic with you." Hesta glanced at the book cover in her arms, "But I still insist on my point of view, this idea is ridiculous."

(End of this chapter)